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. He's a much better wood-
smith."
"Hush!" Gisella hissed, afraid the baron might hear
Tas's criticism.
At the top of the second flight of stairs, the liveried ser-
vant led them into a long, door-flanked hallway. Starting
with the first door on the right, he issued rooms to Gi-
sella, Tasslehoff, and Woodrow.
"I'm making it your responsibility to watch Burrfoot
while we're here, Woodrow," Gisella called before she
disappeared behind her door.
"Yes, ma'am, and don't you worry," he answered.
But both human and kender were forgotten when her
sharp dwarven eyes spotted the copper tub in the middle
of the room. Two dwarf maids in gray muslin dresses
poured water from a single, enormous wooden bucket
into the spotless copper basin. A purr of pleasure es-
caped her lips as she flew into the room, already peeling
off her grimy clothing.
Tasslehoff's explorations carried him from room to
room. He was on his third one on the third floor, and just
thinking about heading to a different floor for variety,
when he felt a strong hand grip his shoulder. Tas whirled,
ready to pounce on whoever had sneaked up on him. His
eyes fell on stringy blond hair.
The kender's face reddened with something short of
anger. "Don't sneak up on people like that, Woodrow.
You might have startled me!"
"And you might have thought about staying in your
room," the young human said evenly. 'You know I'm re-
sponsible for you. How am I supposed to keep track of
you if you're running around? I thought we were becom-
ing friends
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